We’re wax bodies
clung to each other
like scented candles
in the night.
Dripping hot
we’re sticky.
And when the heat
finally dies,
we’ll harden
like bodies frozen in time
wax turned cold.
Will we ever warm up again?
We’re wax bodies
clung to each other
like scented candles
in the night.
Dripping hot
we’re sticky.
And when the heat
finally dies,
we’ll harden
like bodies frozen in time
wax turned cold.
Will we ever warm up again?
Mercury The Scribe 